Douluo's assassin becomes a god

Two titled Douluo's disciples, what kind of concept is this?

Ma Xiao felt dizzy for a while, and was about to pass out.

If he had known that Han Xiao's master was Bibi Dong, no matter what, he would not stand up for Guo Yunfei.

"Ma Xiao, choose one. This battle is purely for your own apprentice, and you don't have to worry about the identities of both parties."

Bibi Dong's words were well-founded, and everyone present was convinced.

Ghost Douluo glanced at Bibi Dong with extremely complicated eyes.

He understood why Bibi Dong did this.

Ruo Bibidong killed Ma Xiao's master and apprentice directly. Although it was simple and rude, everyone in the Wuhun Academy was watching.

Although no one dared to say anything, what would they think of Han Xiao in the future?

The prince of Wuhundian, the disciple of the pope of Wuhundian, the disciple of the elder of Wuhundian.

Since then, this imprint has been deeply imprinted on Han Xiao.

She didn't want to.

Although the identities of the two have been exposed at this time.

But Bibi Dong's attitude told the students of Wuhun Academy that they don't care about single-handedly challenging her, welcome to the next game, and it's best to beat the disabled.

But if you ask someone to help you out, then it won't work.

The big deal is to compare who's background is hard.

Han Xiao's road, no one can help him walk, only himself can go out.

"Hey."

Ghost Douluo shook his head and sighed.

His Royal Highness, you are really well-intentioned.

"My lord, please forgive me."

Ma Xiao threw his body to the ground, his head was bloody from kowtow.

Bibi Dong just watched Ma Xiao calmly.

After a while, her voice was terribly cold: "I've spared you, so what about my apprentice's palm?"

"This palm, how do you count?!"

Ma Xiao's eyes were full of despair.

He already understood that his life was because of this palm confession here.

"Ma Xiao, since you don't want to, His Highness the Pope won't force you, just choose one."

Ghost Douluo said grimly: "Your Highness the Pope and I, you paid back what you owed, isn't it fair?"

One thing to say, it is indeed fair.

However, as long as anyone who is not stupid knows, how can it be possible for Ma Xiaohun to resist Title Douluo's palm with his strength?

Ma Xiao's world has turned gray and white, and he slowly raised his right hand, about to end himself.

However, at this moment, Han Xiao stood up staggeringly.

He dragged his weary pace like an old man in his twilight years.

No one stopped him, Bibi Dong quietly looked at Han Xiao's crumbling back, wondering what she was thinking.

Gollum.

Ma Xiao swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his body trembling uncontrollably.

For some reason, the young man in front of him at this moment seemed like a beast to kill.

Hidden in the small body, it seems to be the darkness of endless fear.

Han Xiao missed Ma Xiao, which made him heave a sigh of relief.

All eyes were on Han Xiao, guessing what he was going to do next.

Han Xiao struggled to walk to the dying Guo Yunfei and raised his right foot.

Bang!

Red, white, and colored splashes all over the cold marble floor.

Guo Yunfei is dead.

His head was like a watermelon, crushed by Han Xiao.

"Announce."

Han Xiao turned his head to look at Feibo hiding in the distance, and said.

Feibo's body trembled a little, which he didn't understand.

Obviously, the two sides have risen to the master-student battle, why does Han Xiao care so much about this battle?

"I...I declare, Han Xiao wins!"

Fei Bo forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart, and said tremblingly.

Instead of loud cheers, there was a great silence.

Han Xiao obeyed the rules, did what he said, and really killed Guo Yunfei!

This is the Assassin's Creed, and this is the epitaph engraved on the slate by the sages of the Assassins!

Now it is also inherited by Han Xiao!

This is also Han Xiao's path, that long and thorny path.

The names written on Han Xiao's list, regardless of the ends of the earth, must be killed!

From the beginning, Guo Yunfei was already a dying person in Han Xiao's eyes.

Han Xiao turned his head to look at Ma Xiao, expressionless: "Are you the soul king?"

"Yes."

Ma Xiao nodded like pounding garlic.

"Wait for me, Hunzun, I'm still here, I'll wait for you."

Han Xiao took out the token with difficulty and threw it in front of Ma Xiao.

At this moment, the audience was in an uproar.

Han Xiao actually challenged a teacher!

And this teacher is a soul king with five rings.

A flash of ecstasy flashed in Ma Xiao's eyes, and then he looked at Bibi Dong in fear.

He didn't expect that there are really fools in this world.

Soul Lord challenges the Soul King?

It's simply a horror of slipping the world!

Bibi Dong looked at Han Xiao, obviously also a little surprised: "Are you sure?"

Han Xiao nodded and said, "This battle is life and death!"

Han Xiao knew exactly what he needed.

He had to walk this road by himself, and he had to pay back the injuries he suffered.

"Okay!" Bibi Dong looked at Ma Xiao: "Do you accept this request?"

"I accept!"

Without even thinking about it, Ma Xiao quickly lowered his head and said.

At this moment, Han Xiao is like a Living Buddha in his eyes.

The soul master beat the soul king, what are you kidding?

No matter how extraordinary your talent is, no matter how abnormal your spirit ring is.

The gap brought about by these two rings is also difficult to make up.

Han Xiao didn't speak wild words. At this moment, he could feel the radiance of the Huntian Star Chart.

The distance to reach the second level of Heaven's Mystery Realm is only short of finishing touches.

In the battle with Guo Yunfei, he found the feeling of dancing on the tip of a knife in his previous life that he had not seen for a long time.

The more such battles, the better!

The farce ended, and Guo Yunfei's death told the horror of Han Xiao to everyone in Wuhun Academy.

Bibi Dong looked at Han Xiao indifferently, wondering what she was thinking.

She knew very well that Han Xiao would walk a bloody road full of thorns.

She decided to add another fire.

"Seven days later, the Wuhun Academy will hold an exam, and I will supervise it personally."

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar.

A blaze of fire flashed in the eyes of some senior ranked soul masters.

If they could get Bibi Dong's attention, they would definitely go further on the road of soul masters.

"The content of this exam is a cat-and-mouse battle."

Bibi Dong glanced at the crowd indifferently, her voice was not loud, but everyone present could hear it clearly.

Cat and mouse?

The students were slightly taken aback, they had never heard of this exam.

Bibi Dong pointed at Han Xiao and said, "If I remember correctly, there are 450 six soul masters in the three grades of Wuhun Academy."

Three grades, 450 six soul masters, this number is already very large.

After all, soul masters are too rare, and Wuhun Academy only trains elites.

Those students with poor talents are basically sent to the branches in various regions to become logistics.

"This exam is a grade battle. The second and third graders arrest the first-year students, and if they are controlled, they will be eliminated.

The time runs from morning to sunset. If all the first graders are arrested, the second and third graders will win.

If there is one person in the first grade who is still at the end of the mountain, the first grade wins.

First-year soul masters can use all soul rings, second-year soul masters can only use one soul ring, and third-year students can only use two soul rings. "

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar.